A/N - Alright so I decided to make a story of One Shots about Trinity because well these plot bunnys wont leave me alone. Anyways two chapters will be up tonight and more will come as they get finished.
Disclaimer - I do not own young justice but I do own Trinity Anya Hale.
A small bassinet sat in the rubble of a once large warehouse as a small child shivered in the crisp air of Gotham's early November weather. The child was covered by only a small thin blanket and a blue cap sleeved onesie that had blood spots all over her bare arms and legs held scrapes and bruises almost leaving no unharmed skin. The child's entire skin was the smallest tint of blue and her body almost feeling like porcelain to the touch. A bear sat next to her and she held its ear in her small hand.
Her weeps grew louder as the notice of Gotham traffic zoomed by her. Soon a warm gloved hand reached through the bassinet and pulled the child out slowly as if scared to break her with its strength. Then after taking a good look over the child accessing injury's pulled the infant close to their chest. At first the child screamed even louder and tried to wiggle away from the hands that held it but the soothing voice of the man who had saved her soon settled the child into a deep sleep.
The hand belonged to none other than Gotham's own Batman. The caped crusader barely knew how to react to the child's small form in his arms yet decided it would be best to get the child medical attention seeing as she most definitely needed it. He very cousously held her in his lap as he speed down the thankfully empty streets of Gotham to get back to the Manor using his cape to keep the young girl warm.
As he pulled into the cave and got out of the car he carried the young girl up into the manor where Alfred already being informed that the child would be coming was ready to tend to her extensive wounds.
"Oh dear, who would do such a thing to a child," He said as he took the girl from Bruce and gazed upon her injuries for the first time. Almost nine hours later the Butler came to the conclusion that these where inflected over a period of time and that the child had multiple broken bones that could only come from someone pulling her limbs until it broke in their hands. He decided that it would be a miracle if the child lasted through the night and even then she was not out of the woods.
Alfred gave a halfhearted smile as he looked over to Bruce whom was only half way out of his Batman outfit. His now ungloved hand soon dwindled close enough to where she slept that she took the index finger into her grip and allow the tips of her own fingers to outline the finger in a soft delicate way. The next morning Bruce woke up to see the child's swollen yet open green eyes staring back at him.
"Why hi there," He said before she cooed bubbles coming out of her mouth. Bruce smiled and with a soft giggle wiped the girls face with a cleanex before going to throw it away. Yet the girl grabbed one of the ends the week tissue ripping at the touch although the part she had was dry and began dabbing her mouth in the way Bruce had only moments before.
"Did I miss some," he asked with a smile as he picked the child up into his arms and witnessed as she snuggled closer her head resting against his stomach like a pillow. He scliently watched as the child rubbed her fingers against his chest. He leaned down to kiss her on the top of the head when she moved spastically away before bringing to quietly weep for the first time since he rescued her and the noise took him back at first.
"Shush, its okay everything is fine, I'm here." He said running his fingers over the small amount of hair on her head.
"You know when Alfred said there was a kid upstairs I didn't know he meant literally. Can I see her," Rachel asked walking into the room and Bruce handed the child over and as she lay in Rachel's arms
"Oh wow someone had it in for the kid." The girl then cooed once again blowing bubbles before yammering.
"Yet it didn't stun her spirits." Rachel giggled as she wiggled her finger over the girls lips making the child laugh once more. Before she tried to make her own mouth do the same.
"By all accounts she shouldn't be alive."
"Then she is a little miracle."
"I guess she is."
"You know Bruce miracles don't come around a lot." She said.
"That's why you hold on to the ones that do come." He said kissing taking the child from Rachel's arms and kissing her head.
"Well dose the little miracle have a name."
"Trinity Anya,"
"I love it," Rachel said and Bruce couldn't help but smile and looking down to the child in his arms apparently the feeling was returned.
